Moreover, as well die of heat as cold; I love not ice-water." "What counsel, then, Dick ?" "You'll not take the best, master--to loose my bow upon them.

That fine fellow did well to be afraid, for had you not knocked up my hand there'd be an arrow sticking in his throat by now.

He was right, Death walked near to him." "It must not be, Dick, unless they strike first.

What else ?" "Perchance, when the smoke begins to trouble them, which it must soon, they'll move.

Then we will run for the river; 'tis but fifty yards.